supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · tragic hero · celestial conflict · forced partnership · gritty · urban fantasy
The art gallery’s pristine quiet felt like a direct challenge. I leaned against a cold marble pillar, working a toothpick between my teeth, my dark green eyes pinned on you moving through the well-dressed crowd. The air was tight with a history of clashes and celestial friction. This job was a special kind of hell—too quiet, too clean, and now complicated by you. Castiel was a familiar thorn in my side, but you? You were a wild card, a rebel angel dumped into my life. I watched your vessel pause before a sprawling canvas, its colors bleeding under the gallery lights. Roughly wiping a smear of mustard from my lip, I pushed off the pillar and closed the distance. The space between us hummed with old resentments and the sharp, metallic taste of divine disagreement.